On the third day, Wei Qian's house had all returned to normal.
Although Wei Qian just came back to heal his injuries and didn't do anything, his role is like a mix of Dinghai needle and mascot, as long as he pokes there, everyone can do what they should do freely.
In the early morning, Wei Zhiyuan greeted him, packed his bags and prepared to go to the summer camp to report. As soon as the door was opened, an enamel cup upstairs fell down with a bang. Wei Zhiyuan shrank his feet and looked up.
Upstairs, at the door of San Pang's house, a rather beautiful woman was launching a million-decibel shock wave at San Pang's house: "Xiong Yingjun, get out!"
The old bear locked the anti-theft door, opened the door inside, hid inside and meowed weakly: "Husband, madam, calm down."
The madam couldn't rest, her eyes were red with anger, and she made a rabbit with big eyes and double eyelids: "Okay, you are old. After walking for several months, I didn't say a word. I thought you were dead! Why don't you How about just dying outside? As soon as you come back, you shrank into the little vixen’s house, and I said Xiong Yingjun, you’re not too young anymore, can you die with some face?!”
Wei Qian almost squirted out the soy milk, hurriedly stepped out, and sent Wei Zhiyuan away: "Hurry up and go to school, stop playing."
Then he turned back and closed the door of his own house, leaned in the corridor, folded his hands on his chest, and listened to the "sound of nature" upstairs with an expression of enjoyment like listening to a concert.
Seeing that there was going to be a miraculous scene outside the house, San Pang quickly pushed the old bear aside with a sad face, opened the security door of his own house, and said in a low voice: "Sister-in-law Iron Fan, I beg you. Have you looked carefully, have you grown into a 'little vixen' like my old pig?"
Mrs. Xiong was immediately in awe of San Pang's big face that occupied her entire retina, and she didn't say anything for half a minute.
The cowardly old Xiong took the opportunity to tiptoe into the room, but Mrs. Xiong soon discovered his intentions.
Mrs. Xiong let out a loud cry, stretched out her sharp nails, and pulled San Pang away with a single push, broke into the house in two steps, caught the old bear, rolled up her sleeves and carried out unilateral domestic violence against him , was caught back.
San Pang was in awe, and imitated a gesture of taking off his hat with bare hands and shirtless, bent over and stretched out his hands to watch them go downstairs. Wei Qian couldn't help but do the same gesture of taking off his hat as San Pang.
The two watched the old bear being dragged away alive with joy, and with a tacit understanding that others could not understand, they said in unison: "People who are cheap have their own rewards!"
The old bear's expression was inexplicably sad and indignant.
But after two days, the old bear came back again.
He knocked on the door of Wei Qian's house. When Wei Qian saw him, the first thing he said was: "You haven't been beaten to death yet?"
"" Old Xiong was silent for a moment, "I am still alive, I let you down."
The old bear offered Wei Qian two options for him to choose from. One was that Wei Qian would sell the price he received at a slight discount on the basis of the fair price, and he would take the money and leave. One is that his money will be used as a stock, and the old bear will sell it together and share the profit with him.
As long as Wei Qian is not lacking in foresight, he will choose the second option, so the old bear clasped his palms together, and said the real purpose of his trip: "Great, you haven't started school anyway, go sell medicine with me during the summer vacation Bar."
Wei Qian stretched out his injured leg in front of the old bear, and asked him: "Boss Xiong, touch your conscience and tell me it's still there, and it hasn't been taken away by dogs."
The old bear asked blankly: "Don't you want to see how your long journey is turned into RMB, staggering and queuing into your account?"
Wei Qian: ""
The old bear rolled his eyes, and then made a new suggestion: "I think Mr. San is a good match with me, and we can drag him into the pirate ship together in the future."
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Wei Qian asked from the bottom of his heart: "How did you see this?"
Old Xiong said: "I think Mr. San is very Zen-like. Look at his name—it is said that when he was a child, a monk passed by his house and insisted that he had a relationship with Buddha and wanted to take him to shave. I was reluctant, so I made a compromise, took the word 'fish' from 'wooden fish', and took the name Tanyu."
Wei Qian squinted his eyes and listened for a while, and found that San Pang's face was even thicker, and he was able to break the lifelong shameful name of "spittoon" to such an extent, so he asked: "Did he tell you that he Surnamed 'Lin', he fell from the sky, and he knocked down the Leifeng Pagoda when he landed?"
Old Xiong sighed and said: "Three views are inconsistent, ordinary people!"
Wei Qian: "Talk to your grandma who is 'preparing to leave'."
While talking, Xiaobao happened to come back from the outside, and Old Xiong looked at her carefully: "This is your sister, how old is the little girl?"
Wei Qian pressed Xiaobao's head smoothly: "I'm going to be fourteen soon, little Tuxing grandson, he's not as tall as a ten-year-old."
"It's okay, it's too late." Old Xiong looked at Xiaobao kindly, and said through the phenomenon to see the texture, "Look at her big feet, she won't be short in the future."
Xiaobao vomited for a while, but he didn't know whether it was a good word or a bad word.
Before leaving, Wei Qian sent the old bear out, and the old bear asked casually, "Where's your brother?"
Wei Qian said, "I went to summer camp."
Old Xiong was silent for a moment: "Summer camp? Did you study well?"
Wei Qian smiled hypocritically: "Where, he can't do it, so he's just average, but he's a little better than me."
"Smart, you can study well," Old Xiong shook his head as if sighing, and said to Wei Qian, "you must educate him well."
Wei Qian was taken aback: "Huh?"
Old Xiong stretched out his hand slowly and gestured: "This sword, when it is so thin, it seems that there is only one layer of blade left on the whole body. Most of the evil weapons and monster soldiers in ancient times walked this way. This kind of thing The sword goes sideways, and when it is drawn out of the sheath, it will take a layer of flesh and blood. But people are not steel. If you live too "thinly", it will be too dangerous, and it will be easy to be blessed and die."
"Then what, wait a minute, I'm a bit uneducated," Wei Qian plucked his ears, "Can I trouble you, old man, to express it in a little human language?"
"" Old Xiong looked at him, and a grievance gradually appeared on his face like a fairy, "How the hell did I offend that little bastard of yours, and even tipped off my wife, if I do this again, I won't let it go he!"
Said, the old bear walked away with murderous small steps.
Wei Qian thought that Wei Zhiyuan made a small report, what should he say? It's a bit immoral, but the lack of morality is very satisfying.
But having said that, since he was sued by others, Wei Qian decided to show it, so when Wei Zhiyuan came home from vacation on the weekend, his elder brother waved to him with his nose and eyes: "Get out of here !"
Wei Zhiyuan's heart skipped a beat, and he rolled over.
Wei Qian put his injured leg on the low table beside him, lit a cigarette with a "click", and asked Wei Zhiyuan in a tone of "confessing and leniently resisting strictness", "Say it yourself, what have you done?"
Wei Zhiyuan's mind went blank at that time, and he could reasonably think that the incident in the meat processing factory had been discovered.
However, his first reaction was not what would happen to him, whether the police would arrest him, or whether he would be charged with any crime—but what should he do when his eldest brother knew about it.
Does the eldest brother feel that he is planning everything? Do you think he is scary? Do you feel that you are raising an ugly little devil by your side
Wei Zhiyuan panicked immediately, his face turned pale in a flash.
Wei Qian didn't expect such a big reaction from him, so he was stunned for a while, and after reflecting on it, he found that he really didn't say anything serious.
He coughed dryly, rolled his eyelids, and made himself sound less vicious: "Tell me about you, how old are you, huh? If you still do this kind of thing, you'll do it, and let people know and sue me." Come on, of course, it doesn’t mean that it’s right not to let people find out!”
Wei Zhiyuan's drifting rationality finally came back bit by bit-by the way, the eldest brother told him to go over in that tone just now, how could there be any major incidents
Besides, although the man in the warehouse is dead, the door was locked by the shift changer, and he walked in by himself. All he did was buy some wine with that guy's money, not to mention that he has already dealt with it. No one will investigate, even if someone has found out all the causes and consequences, who can convict him based on this alone
Wei Zhiyuan's heart was shaken and he returned to the cage, returning to the state of hard heart.
Glancing at Wei Qian, Wei Zhiyuan ruthlessly despises his own chaos just now.
This little boy's heart is like a sea. On the surface, it seems to be calm and calm, and it seems to be always rational and peaceful, but inside it contains huge rebellion and constant restlessness, which has been balanced for a long time at a dangerous and imminent critical point.
In such a sea of hearts, Wei Zhiyuan thought: What can I do if my brother knows? Anyway, I made an oath that I will take good care of my elder brother for the rest of my life, and give him what I have, even if my elder brother wants his life, he has the right to repay the kindness of raising him that was picked up back then.
So what did the elder brother think of him, and what did it matter
Wei Zhiyuan deceived himself and thought, "I'm just like this anyway, it doesn't matter what others think of me."
But on the surface to Wei Qian, Wei Zhiyuan still maintained his usual obedience, and admitted his mistake with kindness: "I made a mistake, next time I must make an anonymous call."
"Bah!" Wei Qian confirmed his parent's position and guaranteed his disapproval on the surface. At the same time, he secretly expressed his inner preference and decided to give Wei Zhiyuan a reward.
He jumped up on one leg, put Wei Zhiyuan's shoulders on his shoulders, and said in a slow tone, "Tell grandma to stop cooking later, let's go out to eat."
Wei Zhiyuan's expression was natural, there seemed to be nothing abnormal, but the palms holding Wei Qian's waist were soaked in sweat.
In the last month of the summer vacation, Wei Qian and San Pang ran around with the old bear to discuss business many times.
Only then did Wei Qian realize that the old bear is definitely not as bearish as he appeared. He has a very wide road and is involved in all kinds of business in his hands. Think of their trip to the northwest and you will understand. Not affected by the ultimate goal, as long as you can make money and see business opportunities, you can do whatever makes money.
The old bear's hammer here and there seems to be not ramming around like a fly without a head, but accumulating and groping for something.
When he was free, Wei Qian still liked to spend time in Lao Xiong's pharmacy, dealing with a few customers occasionally, chatting most of the time, and occasionally teasing Lao Xiong with Sanpang.
Prime Minister Xiong can punt a boat in his belly, and he doesn't have the same knowledge as their young people.
Talking about the fact that the old bear wanted to buy a pot, Sanpang couldn't help but ask: "Boss Xiong, you say that we Qian'er are poor ghosts who are greedy for money, and you have a big business, why do you work so hard Woolen cloth?"
The old bear said leisurely: "Of course it is for profit. The so-called businessman is someone who earns profit by taking certain risks. You admit it? Taking risks and making careful choices are the basic skills of a businessman."
Wei Qian dismantled the stage on the spot: "Forgive me for my poor eyesight, but I can see your skill in taking risks and pulling people on board the pirate ship to take risks together. The others are too obscure to see."
Old Xiong briefly commented on his opinion: "The hair is long but the knowledge is short."
San Pang suddenly shook his cattail fan, laughing until his gums were exposed.
Wei Qian decided to cut his half-length hair, which was going in the direction of the beast artist, before school started.
"At the beginning, you were the one who wanted to get on my thief boat. Mr. Weizi, don't tell me what's wrong. Besides, you should thank me. The thief boat I pulled you on is the real Noah's Ark." Old Xiong knocked on the table without shame, and began to deliver a personal speech, "Let me tell you what the next ten years will be like. First of all, labor-intensive industries have no future, like those who open restaurants, Those who are engaged in manufacturing or foundry work are not allowed, they can only be squeezed out in the day-to-day competition among peers and rising labor prices, leaving no room for survival.”
"For example you," Old Xiong pointed at San Pang, "Three classmates, you'd better throw away your idea of opening a hot pot restaurant and selling pork belly. You can barely make ends meet with that thing, but it's too difficult to do well. With your IQ, don't expect to be very promising."
San Pang was hit on the ideal level of life, and looked at Boss Xiong dumbfounded.
"Technology-intensive enterprises, such as art and high-tech enterprises, are all counted. They have much more vitality than the former, so it is beneficial to go to university. Knowledge and technology can indeed change destiny," Lao Xiong swept Wei Qian glanced at it and said with emphasis, "However, the spring of technology-intensive enterprises is still on the way, and our society as a whole has not had time to reach that level. Maybe ten years later, we will cultivate a hotbed of technology industries. But not now, it is still in its infancy. In the next ten years, this industry will stumble and grow under the shadow of being monopolized. You can easily become a middle class in it, and you may be successful, but the latter will take time. gone."
Wei Qian shut his mouth and listened carefully to what Old Xiong said.
Old Xiong picked up his teacup, took a sip, and slammed his mouth: "Only capital-intensive industries will be the real high-end that will not decline in the next ten years. One or two people, hundreds of millions, billions of dollars." You can pry any project, what kind of realm is that? With a steady stream of cash flowing through your hands, you will never have such a petty concept of the word "earning money" in your mind. But one thing, this kind of The industry has a natural high threshold, that is, you must first have capital. The primitive accumulation of capital is a difficult process, which is more difficult than everything you do later. If you get on my ark, it is equivalent to walking away from the primitive accumulation. Shortcut, understand? Tsk, you little bastard who doesn't know what's good."
San Pang bumped Wei Qian with his elbow: "Qian'er, what he means is that you are as lucky as winning the lottery if you followed him through life and death."
Wei Qian said, "That's right, why didn't I use this rare luck to buy lottery tickets?"
The old bear glanced at Wei Qian, and his expression became a little darker: "But I admit my mistake. I misjudged the situation and the risk this time. I'm especially sorry for Xiao Liu. Unfortunately, there is no one in their family. , otherwise I can make up for it.”
When Xiao Liu was mentioned, all three were silent for a while, and San Pang, the only one who didn't participate, sighed: "Brother doesn't have this life."
Old Xiong lit a cigarette, stuck it upside down in the ashtray, and let the strands of cigarettes rise by themselves, just like sticking a stick of incense.
San Pang and Wei Qian looked at each other, and suddenly felt a little kind - when they commemorated Mazi under the big locust tree, they also stuck a cigarette upside down like this.
Old Xiong said to Wei Qian: "Actually, I didn't want to take you with me at first, you are a person"
Wei Qian: "It doesn't agree with your three views."
Old Xiong rolled his eyes. Wei Qian had gone through life and death with him, and it was no exaggeration to say that he had a life-and-death friendship. He no longer had any scruples about many things, so he said bluntly: "It's the first time you come to my store, You are methodical and have no claws, I think you are a talent, but the facts prove that you are, you are bold and smart and will seize the opportunity - but then I will give you five thousand yuan, and you will really follow it?"
Wei Qian: "Oh, you didn't really want to give it as a co-author?"
"No." Old Xiong choked, "I didn't mean that. It's more than you deserve. You should at least refuse it?"
Wei Qian: "If I push you, you won't give it?"
Old Xiong: "I will give it again."
Wei Qian rolled his eyes: "Are you sick, Comrade Xiong Yingjun?"
Old Xiong sighed: "You have to know that at your age, opportunities, vision and experience are the most important things. Why are you always staring at the two dollars? Money is temporary, can you win it in the long run? Let me tell you about money. It's just water, the more you hold it, the less it will be, believe it or not?"
Poverty was originally Wei Qian's Nilin, but at this time he already had 60,000 to 70,000 yuan in his account, which was not a small fortune at the time. Miraculously, he didn't know his attitude towards this Nilin. Unknowingly, I relaxed a little, and even got it on the table to discuss with others as if laughing at myself.
Wei Qian smiled: "Don't talk about your back pain, who can't talk about the big truth? I don't know that money is a bastard? You are a rich second generation who wears gold and silver, don't play with us ordinary people. You If there are old and young, and you live a life where you can’t afford the next meal, you have to be like me, with a card that pays for every penny.”
Old Xiong pinched Wei Qian's face with both hands, and pulled his eyelids down abruptly: "You roll your eyes back to me—who is the one of us talking without back pain? Your brother and I are the generation before the reform and opening up." , you go home and ask your old lady, what did we have when we were young? Our family was so poor that we couldn’t tell. When I was in my teens and went to sea with my dad at the risk of beheading, you little bastards didn’t know Which Monkey Mountain is pulling the flag?"
What he said was the truth, Wei Qian and San Pang fell silent.
"You have long hair but short knowledge, and you have long hair but short knowledge." Lao Xiong said bitterly, "It is not poverty and material deprivation that hurt people, but comparison. Do you understand comparison? You always look at others and feel anxious. No confidence."
San Pang remembered the stupid things Wei Qian had done, and immediately clapped his hands in praise: "Qian'er, Brother Xiong is right!"
Wei Qian waved his hand: "What you're talking about is all nonsense. Those seventy-year-old and eighty-year-old monks in the deep mountains and old forests are more open-minded than you. If you have something to do, you can compare sitting meditation with others. What's wrong with my ignorance? What's wrong with my anxiety? I’m a young man who rolled out of the mud, what am I supposed to be confident about? Selling myself? I’m really annoyed by old men like you who are more strict with others than yourself.”
San Pang thought for a while, and seemed to think it made sense, so he immediately turned against him: "Brother Xiong, Qian'er is right!"
Wei Qian and Lao Xiong glanced at him at the same time, ignoring the weed.
In September, Wei Qian finally left Lao Xiong's shop for a short time and went to report at school. After more than a month of military training, the white skin that he finally got back for more than a month turned dark again at the speed of light. When he was carrying his luggage home, he bumped into San Pang, San Pang pointed at him and smiled so hard that his teeth could not see his eyes: "Come on, brother, quickly sing a beautiful case for your brother. With this look, you don't need to put on makeup, just stick a crescent moon and you will be able to "examine the yin at night and judge the sun during the day." Shenyang'!"
And Wei Zhiyuan went to junior high school and began to show his more inhuman side. In the first year, he entered the first year of junior high school, and in the second year he jumped into the key class of the third year of junior high school.
As if to verify the old Xiong's words, he really became "thinner" as he grew older. Wei Qian, who was belatedly aware of it, finally paid attention to him. When Wei Qian found that the child was neither talking nor smiling, his calm eyes were like He hid two small sharp knives, but at home, he was still as sensible and considerate as before.
But Wei Zhiyuan knew how to pretend to be cute when he was a child, but at that time he could still tell the signs, but now, Wei Qian is a little uncertain.
Only occasionally at the dinner table, when the whole family chatted casually about the big and small news on TV, Wei Qian could hear some inadvertent and extreme clues from Wei Zhiyuan's few words.
Another thing is that Wei Zhiyuan doesn't like clinging to him anymore - of course, when the boy reaches a certain age, this is the only way to go. Wei Qian used to find it annoying that the cub was clingy, but now he suddenly feels lost.
But Wei Zhiyuan is actually more than just "not sticky" to him.
One day, Xiaobao caught a glimpse of the calculation paper Wei Zhiyuan used was the school's notice about the winter long-distance running competition, so he asked casually.
Wei Zhiyuan shook his head: "I don't want to participate, I don't sign up."
He said it politely, but he thought in his heart that running around something in circles is something only donkeys do, and he was so stupid that he didn't go.
Fortunately, what he said sounded very polite, so Song Xiaobao took his words and continued: "I remember that when I was in junior high school, my brother seemed to have participated in it, and he seemed to have won a second prize, is it second or third?" ?Can not remember."
Wei Zhiyuan gave a sharp pause.
Half a month later, Xiaobao saw the certificate and prize of "First Prize of Winter Long-distance Running Competition" on his desk.
Song Xiaobao has grown to this age, and her late blooming mind has finally caught up with the average level. She was not stupid enough to ask Wei Zhiyuan if he said that he didn't want to participate before, but secretly thought in his heart: Is the second brother competing with the eldest brother
Wei Qian spent his part-time work-study college life peacefully. He selectively ignored the old Xiong's warning to "don't look for money", and accepted the part of "everything can be turned around"—as small as the school The phone card is so big that he follows the old bear to resell medical equipment, and he is not idle all day long.
Other people's spare time is "playing football and falling in love", Wei Qian's spare time is "selling things, selling things and selling a lot of things".
Wei Zhiyuan also seemed to be a dormant volcano, holding Wei Qian's heart all the time, but he was always studying hard and making progress every day, no one stimulated him, and he didn't do anything out of the ordinary.
Of course, it's just that Wei Qian doesn't know if he's out of line.
Eight days out of ten, Wei Qian stayed with Lao Xiong outside or at school, and when he was busy, he wished he could go home for a week and take a look.
And whenever he came home, sleep would become a torture to Wei Zhiyuan.
As Wei Zhiyuan grew up little by little, and his height caught up to or even faintly surpassed that of his eldest brother, some kind of indescribable restlessness became more and more difficult to ignore.
The small shadow that was locked in the deepest part of his heart when he was a teenager became thicker and more pervasive.
Wei Zhiyuan could resist, but gradually couldn't resist the indescribable thirst and anxiety.
Fortunately, at this time, that is, Wei Qian's senior year, everything seems to be coming to an end. The cancerous shanty town in their city has finally been rectified, and they are going to move out from here.
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